He didn't harbor much hatred for the father who gave birth to him but didn't raise him.
Because from a young age, his mother instilled in him that his father didn't intentionally abandon them; he had no choice, forced by circumstances, to leave them.
His mother often recounted heartwarming stories of when his parents were in love.
When she spoke of those times, his mother always smiled happily, saying that the happiest days of her life were when she was in love with his father.
Back then, his father was gentle and considerate to her, spoiling her like a princess.
His mother always said that meeting, knowing, loving his father, and giving birth to him made her life worthwhile.
No matter if his mother spoke from the heart or just didn't want to plant seeds of resentment in his mind, hoping he could grow up happy and safe.
In any case, he knew his mother didn't want him to hate his father.
That was enough.
He would fulfill his mother's wish and not hate anyone.
